The Writing on the Wall

The Writing on the Wall

As far as I’m concerned, one of the best parts about being the grown up in the house involves the simple fact that I can write whatever I’d like on the walls if I so choose. Wonderful Graffiti makes it easy enough for a cool but decidedly non-artistic mom...
Making Grandma’s (Mothers’) Day

Making Grandma’s (Mothers’) Day

I am not a DIY-er, crafter, Martha-in-training, or whatever you want to call people who have the genius ability to make things that don’t look, well, like they made them. This is not a big deal until my own mother gets on the phone and tells me to “make...
Couch Potatoes No More

Couch Potatoes No More

I’ve always been a movie geek. I love looking for gaffes, figuring out that they filmed Toronto for New York, or trying to determine who that guys is who was in that other movie where he either played a cop or a surfer. Needless to say, I can’t wait until...
Gift Baskets Get a Much-Needed Update

Gift Baskets Get a Much-Needed Update

There have been a few occasions for which I have put aside my obsessive gift-picking regimen and sent a gift basket; Iblame it onpostpartum dementia. Not that all gift baskets are bad, but there always seems to be one or two lame additions hidden in there.That’s...
Whitney Biennial, Here We Come

Whitney Biennial, Here We Come

I rarely brag about my toddler, however, I will say that at 2.5 years old, she’s drawing better than I am. The only problem I have is figuring out what to do with the piles of colorless pencil drawings she creates daily, except tape them to the fridge and pop...
A Star is Born

A Star is Born

When I first heard about Hello Beautiful Films, I swooned. Who wouldn’t want a professionally written, edited and produced video of your children that blends your own photos and home video footage with new footage shot by a pro cinematographer? Not to mention...
You Spin Me Right ‘Round, Baby

You Spin Me Right ‘Round, Baby

Since joining the cult of motherhood in 2004, myregular trek to some loud, late night dance club where I slugged down glow-in-the-dark cocktails has been replaced with a different kind of play. One that’s decidedly strobe light free. But oh how I long for a...